Illyasviel von Einzbern (Happy National Day!)

Yu Feng led the two of them inside and began to pick through the selection carefully.

But Little Mo and Artoria's attention wasn't on that at all; their gazes kept drifting outside. In the end, only Yu Feng was seriously browsing.

Fine. These two don't resemble each other in anything except one thing—eating!

Yu Feng thought helplessly to himself as he pulled out two sets of clothes and pants from the rack, handing them over.

"I'll get you three outfits each, then take you to eat." Yu Feng's tone was thick with resignation.

The two immediately grabbed the clothes and headed into the fitting rooms to change.

"Yu, from now on, just call me Lily," Artoria said to Yu Feng as she entered the fitting room.

Yu Feng hadn't expected Artoria to suddenly say something like that, but it didn't matter—it was all the same anyway.

What he hadn't anticipated, though, was that the moment he said the word "eat," their indifferent gazes instantly shifted, and they snatched up the clothes to rush into the fitting rooms.

A moment later, Little Mo and Artoria walked out together.

Their outfits made Yu Feng's eyes light up.

Artoria wore a white long-sleeved blouse-like top, a brown short skirt, her legs sheathed in black stockings, her long hair tied into a ponytail, and a light purple scarf wrapped around her neck.

Little Mo sported a red jacket over a black shirt, paired with jeans, her hair also tied into a ponytail just like Artoria's.

If you didn't look closely, you might really think they were the same person.

In the end, Yu Feng had each of them pick out two more outfits, then they left the place and headed for the nearby food street.

It was a KFC specializing in burgers. Say what you will, but KFC's reach was already impressive.

They had it in the neighboring Divine Land, and even here.

As soon as they stepped inside, they were met with a packed crowd.

No surprise there—it was nearly noon, so it'd be strange if it wasn't full.

Just as Yu Feng was about to leave and find another snack shop, a call stopped him in his tracks.

"Over here! Over here! Brother Feng! Here!"

Yu Feng followed the voice and saw a figure with white hair waving an arm at him from a seat.

That figure was all too familiar to him—wasn't that Illyasviel von Einzbern of the Einzbern family?

Before Yu Feng could say anything, Artoria spotted Illya and walked straight over, dragging Little Mo along with her as she went.

Yu Feng: So this is how it ends—I've been abandoned, right?

Artoria pulled Little Mo into the seats across from Illya, leaving only the spot next to Illya open.

Yu Feng had no choice but to sit beside Illya. The moment he did, Illya hugged his arm, her face beaming with joy.

"Brother Feng, you were right about what you told me before—I really did run into you again in this place."

Huh?

Run into me here?

Who told you that?

Talking pure nonsense.

It must have been the version of himself from the Fourth Holy Grail War who said that; otherwise, Illya wouldn't have come here.

Illyasviel von Einzbern.

A homunculus of the Einzbern family, yet also human.

She was the daughter of Irisviel von Einzbern, the vessel for the Lesser Grail, and the Master of the current Fifth Holy Grail War.

Illya was happy, but Little Mo beside her was not.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? Let go of him right now!" Little Mo glared at Illya across the table.

Watching Illya cling to Yu Feng's arm, she felt a pang of discomfort in her chest for no reason.

"Why should I?" Illya shot back.

A spark seemed to fly between the two.

Seeing the situation turn sour, Yu Feng and Artoria quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Alright, alright, Little Mo. She's still a kid, don't talk like that," Yu Feng said to Little Mo.

Meanwhile, Artoria soothed Illya.

"Hmph."

"Hmph."

They both turned their heads away, ignoring each other.

Great, both of them are acting like children.

Yu Feng and Artoria exchanged a helpless glance.

This scene rather had the air of sisters at odds, with parents trying to mediate.

"Let's order first, let's order first," Yu Feng said quickly, seeing the tension stiffen.

When ordering came up, Yu Feng noticed the lock of hair on top of Artoria's head perk up noticeably.

Hey, hey, I said ordering to get those two kids to stop sulking—why are you turning into one of them too?

Yu Feng felt a wave of exhaustion. Fortunately, Little Mo and Illya, upon hearing about ordering, temporarily set aside their mutual displeasure.

Yu Feng shot Little Mo a calming look, and she, catching his gaze, said nothing but let out an annoyed "tch."

"Brother Feng, let me tell you, these years have been just as good as you said they'd be, and recently I even summoned a Servant!" Illya boasted to Yu Feng, looking like she was waiting for his praise.

Yu Feng felt quite helpless inside. If he didn't know Illya's identity, who could handle a strange girl acting so familiar right off the bat?

Not to mention Little Mo, who was seething with jealousy beside him. Yu Feng was truly exhausted now.

Only food could make up for his fatigue.

Wait, no—since when did I get infected by that foodie mentality?

Yu Feng suddenly realized something was off and felt rather speechless.

Sigh, I thought today would be an easy day.

Turns out I was overthinking it.

Artoria and Little Mo's relationship seemed to be in a peculiar, borderline state—sometimes good, sometimes bad.

So that probably didn't need Yu Feng to worry too much.

But he hadn't expected to run into Illya along the way.

Still...

Since Illya was here.

Then in the Fourth Holy Grail War...

"Ah-la, Yu-kun, it's been a long time."

Just then, another voice rang out.